Hahahaha… haahahaaa…
"Hey, looks like he's gone crazy! Let's run before anyone knows what happened here," one boy whispered, fear in his voice.
"Ugh. That bastard ate my wu! ( spritual insect)The one my father gave me!" another grumbled.
"Hmph. Let's run, big brother. Father will give you another one. We can play with this Fu Yang again later."
"Yeah… let's run away first," the first agreed.
Fu Yang, still laughing, lifted his gaze toward the sky. The sun was setting, painting the horizon in deep reds and golds. He slowly stood, the laughter dying down into a grim smile.
"Hahahaaa… I am really back hahahaa," he muttered.
He looked at the ground, eyes cold and reflective. "I, Fu Yang, was truly a fool in my previous life. I thought my clansmen would be merciful… but they always targeted me. Even as a child, I thought that if I helped them, they would accept me. But no… they framed me for everything."
He paused, silence stretching for a minute as his gaze hardened.
"This world doesn't care if you're weak. The rules, the so-called regulations… they're just the mercy of the strong. Have you ever noticed? Those who rule nations, those who command armies, they are bound by rules.
No,
They face no consequence when they break them. Hahaha… no. These rules exist for the strong to control the weak, to instill fear in their hearts. And I… I once feared, I acted weak."
"But now," he said, voice sharp, "my only goal is clear. I must become the strongest in this world. And I must achieve immortality — if it is truly possible according to the inheritance I stole from that bastard. I have to return to that ruin and claim it before anyone else does."
Huuuuuf… haaaaaa…
Fu Yang took a deep breath, his mind already turning over strategies. Survival, growth, power — everything had to be planned carefully. He knew he needed to live until at least seventeen, to reach the threshold where he could truly begin cultivating and defending himself.
"Well," he murmured, "if I am to leave this wretched place alive, I must first survive until I am 15 at least. And the path will not be easy."
He walked to his dormitory and collapsed onto his bed, exhaustion mingling with determination. His eyes caught the ID plate on the wall.
Fu Yang. 10 years.
A faint sigh escaped his lips. "So I am ten years old now… but cultivation must begin when the body reaches the flesh-forging stage. My body isn't even at the skin-tempering level."
He recalled the first time he had attempted cultivation, starting at fourteen, struggling without a manual, forced to rely on trial and error. That had forged his early resilience, and though he now knew the process, survival was still paramount. Nine years stood between him and safety, nine years filled with danger, humiliation, and unseen threats.
"I will begin with skin-tempering," he whispered. "But I need the skin of a beast — something stronger than the boar's hide I used last time. If it's necessary, I will hunt it myself. Heh."
The night settled over the dormitory. The building was quiet; few students slept here, and most ignored him entirely. Fu Yang stared at the ceiling, thoughts racing, and eventually sank into a deep, calculated sleep.
Late into the night, a voice echoed in the darkness.
"Guard! What did you find about that bastard? Has he truly gone crazy?"
Woshhhh—
A figure dressed in black appeared, kneeling low. "Reporting to Elder. Fu Yang only walked to his dormitory as usual and then lay down on his bed to sleep. He has not done anything unusual."
"I believe we should stop Young Master Tian. If anything happens to him, we cannot be implicated."
The elder hummed thoughtfully. "Mmmm… I know. But that bastard ate the precious insect I gave to Little Tian. Alas. Find another one for him. And make sure both my sons focus on their cultivation."
Fu Yang's eyes fluttered beneath the darkness of sleep. Unaware of their plotting, unaware of the trivial machinations of men, he was already planning. Every day, every small action mattered now. Nine years stretched before him like a gauntlet — and he would run it, he would survive, he would grow.
The night was still. But Fu Yang's mind burned with calculation, laughter, and the first hints of a new, ruthless plan. The game had begun again.